This is my second blog.

My first blog chronicled my experiences over three years caring for my dad as he lived through and finally died from Alzheimer's. That is the book that is for sale.

This second blog kind of chronicles of life, what it is like to start your life over in your late 50's. After caretaking, you are damaged, file bankruptcy, and the world doesn't care what you did. After 8 months of unemployment, you wake each day knowing the world doesn't want you. Finally you do find a job, 5 weeks before homelessness, but doing what you did 30 years ago and getting paid what you did 30 years ago. So this is starting over.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Sunday, July 26, 2015


So, this past week, some guy named Abdual who worships a moon god shoots a bunch of unarmed servicemen and others and the media explains to all of us middle of the country doofus', or would that be doofi, that we cannot be quick to jump to any conclusion that some mohammad worshiping  follower would kill a bunch of americans in the 'land of satan' on the last day of Ramayabadabadooan, which apparently gets bonus points in the game.

However, last month, some white guy sits in a black church and shoots a bunch of people and immediately it's the fault of the confederate flag.

Did anyone check Abdual's apartment for a confederate flag?  I'm not exactly sure what classes journalism majors take these last few years, but apparently if a muslim kills non muslims we cannot jump to any conclusions but if a white person kills anyone we can immediately blame guns, God, anti gay, anti black, Pat Buchanan, anti mexican,  Donald Trump, or the confederate flag without waiting.

White people apparently are so simple minded it's obvious, inbred muslims are much more complex.  And the Koran, while often instructing readers and believers that it's their duty to kill anyone that doesn't believe in what Mohammad wrote, makes fun of Mohammad, and killing jews is even extra extra bonus points in the video game of life, it doesn't really say that, in spite of many muslim killers directly quoting it as their reasoning.  However, although the New Testament does not say anywhere we should kill enemies, but love them, literal readers of such material are often blamed for murderous actions - which I think means Christians love to literally take words that don't actually exist but are also brutalized in the media if they take things in the new testament literally, like homosexuality is a sin.

Do you realize the media in this country think a Christian who says homosexuality is a sin is more demonized than a muslim who shoots dead a bunch of unarmed people during Ramayadabadooan?

Some things are just too hard for an average guy to figure out.

Speaking of which, if we are to rely on our service men and women to protect us from terrorists and foreign invaders, wouldn't their job be easier if they were allowed to be armed?  I mean if foreigners can have guns, shouldn't we allow our servicemen to at least have a fair fight?  And while I am all for american citizens having guns, while I am all for concealed carry, do we really want foreigners to be able to buy guns?  I mean, are we handing Glocks to all the illegal aliens coming over the border - wait, stupid question on my part, of course Obama is handing out Glocks to all the illegal aliens.

Some things are just too hard for an average guy to figure out.

H.R. 1599.  Bill just passed the House.  Basically, here is what Monsanto wrote for the bill.  You no longer have to say a food has GMO, nor can you say it does not have GMO.  The bill overrides any state and local laws.  And you can feed a cow hormones and GMO grain and still call a food organic.
Only 150 some congresspeople voted against it.

So why stop there?  Why not make it illegal to specify the location of wine?  When you go to the store for that bottle of Merlot, wouldn't it be easier if it didn't say, made in France, made in Michigan, made in California, made in Australia?  You could just buy a Merlot and have no idea where it came from, what country, what winery.  Because that is what this law is doing with our food.

I called my congressman before the vote, thankfully, my congressman which covers two very liberal cities, is voting and did vote against it.  This week I will call my senators.  I don't have much hope, last election we had a bill that would require GMO labeling and it lost, might have had something to do with Monsanto, Cargill and others pumping 10M into an advertising campaign, more the 9.2 million more than supporters had to play with.

Monsanto has so many members of congress in their pocket there is little hope this will be killed.  I was singing Burn Down Monsanto all week, to the tune of Burn Down the Mission

you tell me there are pesticides in my food
did they say it was all good for you?
for things are getting desperate in our times
mixing pesiticides and hormones in our limes

everybody, bring your family down to the local store
look for milk and beef where the hormones hide
behind false packaging of lies the rich men sleep
it's time we put a flame torch to their keep

burn down monsanto
if we're going to stay alive
get the GMO's out of our foods
watch their chemicals light the sky

Burn down mosanto, burn it down to stay alive
it's our only chance of living
without bad drugs and chemicals inside....

Deep in the woods the squirrels are out to play
Congressmen are bribed by Monsanto in total
But what more could I do while we still have time
Than burn burn burn burn before they poison us all

Burn down Monsanto 
Burn it down to stay alive
It's our only chance of eating
Without bad chemicals inside

So, who do you think will sue first, Elton John or Monsanto?

Okay, while being creative, I also wrote this song to the WKRP theme song, tell me this wouldn't play well in a honky tonk in Texas next weekend.

Baby, if you ever wondered
Wondered, whatever became of me
I'm an unemployed bankrupt alcoholic 
Aren't you glad you didn't marry me

My three ex wives pretend I don't even exist
And our 12 kids tell their friends their daddy died of aids
Maybe you and I were never meant to be
But please quit celebrating because you never married me

You were the one I really truly did love
Those other three dozen women hardly meant a thing 
Maybe you and me were never meant to be
But could we get together just for one more little fling